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[Willie] Previously onHeels...

Right over there,
we're gonna have three people

from the South Georgia
State Fair Commission.

If they like what they see,
about a month from now,

y'all are gonna be performing
for 10,000 folks.

[cheers and applause]

Jack's ego is gonna be
the downfall of the DWL.

Your life ain't so perfect.

And that daughter
you can't fuckin' stand--

too bad I wasn't around to pay
for that abortion too.

Tricia's my new valet.

Why are you doing this?

It's nothing personal.
It's business.

Now, before we get started,

I got something important
I wanna--

I have a confession to make.

I been cheatin' on you
with Bobby Pin.

[cheers and applause]

[dramatic music plays]

[audience groans]

You do not get
to change things.

-Hey! Hey!
-[screams]

[yelling]

[Wild Bill] Ace has just
injured a fellow wrestler.

And that's why I challenge

-Jack and Ace...
-Motherfucker.

...for the DWL
championship belt

in a three-way ladder match.

[crowd cheers]

Willie, we got the fair.

[mellow rock music plays]

♪ ♪

[singer]
♪ I'm not waiting for ♪

♪ The answer ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And I will ♪

♪ Walk in the shore ♪

♪ To find you ♪

♪ To find ♪

♪ The peace that's your own ♪

♪ Where you come from ♪

♪ All that you want ♪

♪ ♪

♪ One that's your own ♪

♪ Place to call home ♪

♪ Won't be ♪

♪ Granted ♪

♪ What is fair in love ♪

♪ Is fair in war ♪

♪ ♪

♪ What is fair in love ♪

♪ Is fair in war ♪

♪ One ♪

♪ To one ♪

♪ What's love ♪

♪ In war? ♪

♪ ♪

[rock music playing over radio]

[sportscaster] And the score's
gone final in St. Louis,

15 to three, the Braves
losing to the Cardinals

for the third night in a row.

We'll send it to Ted
in the studio

for all the lowlights
from this one

-after these message--
-[radio clicks off]

[man] Yo, do me a favor.
Can you finish up that hallway?

[man] Yeah, yeah, I got it.

Jack wrestled well tonight.

[Tom] Man, we are losing money.

We are losing
so much fuckin' money.

I'm such a fuckin' failure.

You built an incredible place
where so many people find joy.

Not anymore.

It ain't how
you played the game, Willie.

It's the score at the end.

Check the scoreboard,
what's it say?

Says I fuckin' lost.

[objects clatter]

[pensive music plays]

♪ ♪

[Apocalypse] I still struggle
with the realization

that I have to integrate
the damage

of the mistakes
of my former life,

the drinking life,
the things I said and did,

with the day-to-day
good guy living and striving

I got to do now
without hating myself.

Because the yearning
and the hopeful

and achieving me, knows
all about his mistakes,

still got to do stuff.

Can't be weighed down
constantly so I'm useless.

But my tendency is
to misremember my mistakes

or make like
they weren't as impactful

'cause they don't fit
the current mold of me

being a good dude.

Thing is, if I forget them,
diminish them,

if I don't use them as,
you know,

fertilizer for a better me,

I'm liable to revert
to the same terrible impulses,

same terrible outcomes.

Have gratitude
for your regrets.

They're there to remind you

to be a better version
of yourself.

♪ ♪

After leader shares,
we have anniversaries.

Today we have one,

and Diane has one year.

-Let's go, Diane!
-[Apocalypse] Diane, come on!

-[Annie] Let's go, Diane!
-Yes!

[all chanting] Let's go, Diane!
Let's go, Diane!

Let's go, Diane!
Let's go, Diane!

Let's go, Diane!
Let's go, Diane!

Let's go, Diane!

[cheers and applause]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[Constance] Hey, Jack,
it's Constance Garrity

from the South Georgia
State Fair Commission.

I wanted to get your thoughts

on how we might
increase ticket sales

for the appearance of the DWL.

Preshow sales
are tracking way behind

from where we were last year

for both
"The Houdini Extravaganza"

and the "Second City Circus."

So not to be alarmed,

people do love magic
and the circus,

but we'd really
like to connect

on how to goose ticket sales,

so when you get a chance,

could you give me a call
so we can scheme?

I'm not worried yet,
but I'm getting there.

Okay, thank you.
Have a great day.

[mellow guitar music playing]

♪ ♪

♪ This is my song for you ♪

♪ ♪

♪ This is my song, little one ♪

-♪ This song is for-- ♪
-Goddamn keys.

Mornin'.

[Jack] Every single day.

Jack, check your coat out here.

[musical tone on phone]

I got these Tile things

so when keys seem lost,
they aren't really.

Hey, come hear my song
for Baby Shelby.

Uh, can it-can it wait
for tonight?

-I gotta work.
-Well, that'll be the encore

since you're gonna hear it
today at her baptism.

It's on your phone calendar.
There's a barbecue after.

Don't worry,
I already got a present.

I gotta meet Willie.
I gotta do a podcast.

Postpone Willie.

I can't. She called in a favor.

Postpone the podcast.

I gotta sell 10,000 tickets
to a state fair,

and I needed to get it done,
like, yesterday.

Dad, wanna practice cornhole?

They're gonna have it
at the party.

Uh, you know what, buddy?

I gotta work, but at the party,

you and I are gonna take on
all comers, okay?

-Get it.
-Okay.

[Staci] Ace is Baby Shelby's
godfather.

First song I wrote since
our wedding song, by the way.

[Jack] I will be there.

I will hear your song,
and I will bite my tongue

when Ace promises
to reject the devil

on Baby Shelby's behalf.

[Staci] Did you pack
proper church clothes?

I can't cancel this podcast.
Nice toss, buddy.

This guy Dick Valentino's
coming in from Atlanta.

Podcast has huge numbers.

He'd trash me
if I blew him off.

Jack, do what you gotta do.

Just remember,
for the people who love you,

all you really gotta do
is show up on their big days.

Being on time helps,
but blowin' them off doesn't.

Okay.

[guitar music resumes]

[Rooster] Thanks for starting
without me.

Sorry, man. I just got a text.

I gotta be elsewhere
in about an hour.

-[Rooster] Mm.
-[server] Morning, sir.

-Something to drink?
-[Rooster] Yeah, let me get

a Diet Coke
with a lemon, please.

No worries, I have to get back
to a christening, anyway.

Oh, nice, man.
World needs more believers.

I believe that I am building

an independent
wrestling promotion

that has no equal.

I'm on my way.
I want you on that way.

Okay, well, I haven't seen you
around the DWL in a while.

I got YouTube.

I got it right here
on my phone.

Plenty of DWL clips

that prove that you're
their best wrestler.

Apocalypse is pretty damn good.

Jack has nobody who can
meet your kind of skills.

Jack is a dictator,
but he is legit good,

and Ace was being scouted
for a reason.

Oh, Ace.

Ace is just a tall blond bro

that dumb women
wanna fuck, okay?

Fuckability's
got a short shelf life.

Take it from somebody who's
gotta rub testosterone gel

into his armpits every morning.

[Rooster] Thank you.

The DWL
is on a respirator, pal.

And fuck Jack.

[chuckles] Why do you wanna
end Jack so bad?

Because I don't like
when people talk shit

about my promotion.

It actually affects
my promotion.

So I get it.
You're after me to get to him.

No, I'm after you because
my audience will eat you up.

Oh, you are laying it on
pretty thick.

Dude, you know what I know?

You should be a star.
And right now, you aren't one.

Now, again, I apologize.
I'm sorry I made this so brief.

Thank you for coming out.

Money talks.

Bullshit does too.

Why don't you come wrestle
with me in Jacksonville

and decide for yourself whether
my bullshit is worth your time?

Because Jack's hasn't been.
Won't ever be.

Thank you so much.

-[Rooster] Gully.
-[Charlie] Yeah?

[Rooster] Opportunity is
opportunity and money is money,

but if you ever drop cash on me

like I'm some B-team stripper
from Follies,

I promise you a dance
with the devil

that your ass won't be around
to leave the fuckin' tip.

[Charlie] Jesus Christ!

Don't whip up some
imaginary disrespect thing

when I came here
to tell you you're great

and I threw $1,000 on the table
to indicate my interest.

I don't go to strip clubs
because I respect women,

so I don't know how they
throw money around down there.

But if you come work for me,
I will put all your money

in a big fuckin'
manila envelope,

I will wrap it in a bow,
and I will show you loyalty

the likes of which
you've never seen before.

But don't tough guy me.

Doesn't take muscles to be
an effective tough guy.

Just takes a quick temper

and a big family
to back you up.

And on that, the Irish, we got
a massive fuckin' head start.

Pick that shit up, Kevin.

Let's go!

You got my number! Call me!

[pensive music plays]

♪ ♪

[Willie]
Hey, I owe you one, Randy.

[Randy] You got it.

[Willie] Clearly, the setup

for the state fair
will be different,

but this is
what 10,000 looks like.

[Jack] This is why
we drove out here, Willie?

[Willie] We drove out here
to discreetly obtain

South Georgia University's
alumni email list.

You were late. I was not.

[Jack] How much Randy
hustle you for this?

[Willie] Nothing. He likes me.

[Jack] Not much as I do.
Thank you.

We can fill it. I'll make sure.

[Willie] You gotta decide
about Bill.

Don't really have
much of a choice.

I mean,
you always have a choice.

He cut a promo in our ring
like he was a goddamn plant.

Biggest pop I've heard
in the Dome

in the past fuckin' century,
and if you tell me

how to walk that one back,
I'm all ears.

Okay, well, I don't know
how you walk it forward.

What the hell, Jack?

Bill sneaks in the ring
and now he's running things?

When's the last time
he wrestled?

He's dangerous, Jack.

He's a drunk and a pill popper
and a terrible human

I told you I don't want
anywhere near us.

Your dad would never
take this gamble.

My dad built a Coliseum

that was so goddamn expensive
that he buckled.

-Yeah, okay, well--
-Right?

He left me
holding the bag, right?

And now I'm trying to fix

-what he fucked up.
-I wasn't--

And thank you very much
for bringing up

my dad for a second.

If we're gonna
talk about pride and ego

and all the different ways

that the DWL never became
what he wanted,

why do you think that was?

Do you think it was
a world-class allergy

towards input?

Right, because I-I think
that my dad's Achilles' heel

was more along the lines

of a reflexive
fuckin' readiness

to wallow in self-pity anytime
anyone hurt his feelings.

Now say that
like you've thought about it.

Tom was complicated,
but Tom was a great man.

Look, he built something
out of nothing,

and it launched Bill.

And Bill barely ever even
acknowledged what your dad

and the DWL did for him
despite getting his start here.

More than a start.
Bill could never show up.

Not for one night, not for one
fuckin' exhibition to chip off

just a little piece of his fame
for us while we struggled.

Bill forgot us.

But now, in the midst

of his well-fuckin'-earned
desperation,

he wants to help us
and you wanna bank on him?

You wanna fuckin' rely on Bill?

Bill Hancock's
the only wrestler

who ever came out of Duffy

and made a fuckin' name
for himself.

And now we can use him
to build back up the league

to make it what we want,
what my dad wanted.

So we just forgive and forget?

Nobody said forgive.
Nobody said forget.

I'm trying to do business here,

and you were the one
who told me to ask Bill

for help
and take my emotions out of it.

So which one is it, Willie?

Your dad saw the potential
in Bill as a wrestler.

I saw the potential
in Bill as a person.

Your dad was right. I wasn't.

I told you what he said to me.

I told Ace our dad knew
he was home

when he shot himself.

Ace told me I was gonna
kill myself just like our dad.

People say stupid shit, Willie.

We're-we're in the business

of bringing entertainment
to the masses,

and Bill brings a whole lot
of mass to the masses.

He brings so much more
than that.

[Jack] I can handle it.

Not sure I can... or will.

[apprehensive music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

-Looking good, Bobby.
-[Bobby laughs] Hey.

Yeah, itching
to start physical therapy.

[Diego] Yeah,
you'll come back stronger.

Yeah, thanks.
Trying to see it as a gift.

There's a lot of time
to think now.

You know what I've been
thinking about lately?

When will Jesus come back?

Nah, I ain't never
thinking about that.

Your name's Apocalypse.

Nicknamed after the movie.

-Uh-huh.
-My dad was in Vietnam.

Oh, making a movie?
That's dope.

No, he-he was in Vietnam.

Doing what?

The fuck you mean,
"Doing what?"

I'm asking a question.
You said after the movie.

I was named after the movie.

What movie?

Apocalypse Now.

-What's it about?
-The Vietnam fuckin' War!

[Diego and Apocalypse laugh]

Oh, sorry,
I'm some kind of douchebag

that doesn't know
about every fucking war.

You graduated high school.

Not with flying colors.

[laughter]

It was a bad war. We lost.

[Bobby]
Respect. That's the shit, man.

Not really. He was just a cook.

A fat-ass fuckin' fat asshole
of a cook.

He served, so to speak,
but he didn't serve, serve.

Plus, he was a real prick
my whole life.

[Bobby] Mm.

But I guess when you
father a kid at 58,

you're probably tired.

Look, man, the Apocalypse,

that thing that you are
not named after,

that's what happens
when the world ends.

That's why I brought up Jesus.

I thought that
that was the Rapture.

No, no, no.
That's for believers.

Believers go
straight to heaven.

Then Jesus comes back
and judges the rest, you know.

This has got nothing to do with
what I'm trying to talk about.

[Bobby] I gotta watch
more documentaries.

Gotta learn more shit.

I got this new robe
from Jack and Ace's mom.

Flashy and shiny, huh?

-[Bobby] Yeah.
-[Diego] Whoo. Talented lady.

Yeah, but this inside material,

this sateen-like shit,
hurts my fuckin' nipples.

Oh. Get Blistex.

It's, like,
the enemy of chafing.

No, Blistex is gonna
leave a stain.

I was thinking.

I got no idea
why men got nipples.

-Ooh. I never thought about it.
-[Apocalypse] You should.

It's on your body, and you got
no idea what it do.

This is a legit inquiry.

That's what I'm saying.
Milk ain't in 'em.

Ain't coming out of 'em.
Why are they there?

Well, maybe
it's an evolution thing.

Like how you got grown-up teeth
above your baby teeth, right?

Awaiting the call.

[Bobby] Yeah, you know, my mom
still has all of my baby teeth

in a little purse
on the nightstand.

-Yeah, moms are the best.
-[Bobby] Yeah.

[Diego] Oh, that's it.

Maybe God knew that one day,

women would be, like,
running the workplace, right?

And there'd be more
stay-at-home dads.

So men got nipples
not just in case of,

like, a total gender revolution

but also in case
of emergency, man.

Like a famine, right?
Or a plague?

Or what if all the women
are out fighting

in some new Vietnam,

getting their bodies
blown to bits so democracy

could survive like men
used to do, only now

all the future men
need to be home, right?

Bursting with nourishment
from their nipples, dude!

-[Bobby] That would be so cool.
-[Diego] Yeah.

To have little kids
sucking on your nipples.

[laughter]

[Diego] Yeah. Yeah, right?

Hey, y'all have got to be

the most brain-damaged
individuals I have ever met.

And I've met
some demented motherfuckers.

I mean, I've dated
demented people,

I've helped demented people,

and I've fought
demented people,

and if those
demented people were here,

they would rejoice in knowing
that there exist

far more demented people
than they are.

[laughter]

[players] Break!

[Tom] Don't go easy
on the birthday boy!

[Carol] Hey, would you let 'em
play without coaching?

You're either coaching,
or you're letting it happen.

[young Ace] Hut, hut, hike!

I'm ready, I'm ready,
I'm ready.

[players shouting indistinctly]

Whoo-hoo! That's my boy!

Way to chuck it, Ace!
See what you did there, son?

You threw it
to where he's running.

That's the thinking, kiddo!

Yeah, Ace has got a cannon,
eh, Dad?

Oh-ho!

Dan Marino times two,
Jackie boy!

Ha-ha!

[young Ace] Hut, hike!

[sentimental music plays]

[Tom] Oh.

Yes!

[applause]

[Carol] Whoo-hoo!

Instincts, Jack.
You can't teach that.

Hey, his footwork's
even better than yours was.

Yeah, strong, athletic,
handsome.

-Goddamn.
-Cocky as hell.

Confident, Jack.
Poised and confident!

That kid's got flair.

Look at the proud papa.

[Tom] Let's see it again, guys!

[young Ace]
Twenty-four! Thirty-seven!

-[Tom] Come on!
-[phone buzzing]

No, I won't be late.

Yes, tell Melanie
I'll wear a fucking tie.

[Big Jim] What's up, godfather?

[Ace]
Nothing, just sitting here

thinking about what a bad
judge of character you are,

having me be the backstop

to your child's
religious upbringing.

Uh, on that note, uh,

I need you to say a few words
during the ceremony.

The fuck kind of words?

Uh, something about baptisms
and babies and shit.

I-I'm not sure.
Just church words.

Hey, you said my role
was ceremonial.

[Big Jim] Yes,
and the ceremony is today.

Mel told me to tell you,
like, a week ago,

but-but I must have taken
too many chairs to the head

and-and forgot.

But, uh, you just gotta
kick it off

and introduce the congregation
to the baby.

Bro, I barely know the baby!

There's nothing to know.
But-but you do know church.

You-you've been going
your whole life.

But I haven't paid attention
very much!

[chuckles] Look,
it's just a few words

off the cuff, all right?

You're a wrestler.
Just-just riff.

Talking shit in the ring

is very different
than riffing in church.

No. Good versus evil.

Crowds in the stands,
dudes in funny costumes.

Just don't power-bomb
the pastor.

[Ace] Ugh, after what happened
with Bobby,

I don't know if I should be
giving any speeches.

[Big Jim sighs]

[sighs]

Number one, don't expect it
to be great.

Number two, go fuck yourself.

[Big Jim] Will do.

You got this, God-daddy.

Yeah, yeah.

[faint thumping]

[woman grunts]

Hey, Mama, you all right?

[Carol] Yeah.

Take these bags
to the car, please?

This is Dad's stuff.

[Carol] It's taking up
too much space.

You can't just
throw out Dad's stuff.

I'm not throwing it out.

I'm donating it.

What if I want some of it?

He left it to me.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[Jack] Hey, what's going on?

[Rooster] Just waiting to head
over to the christening, you?

[Jack] Yeah, I gotta do
a little interview thing first.

Why are there so many cars
in the parking lot?

[Rooster]
Rented to a jewelry show.

Hey, Jack, I wanted to rap
with you about, um,

where I'm slotted at
in the fair.

Sure thing.
Can it wait 'til the barbecue?

Sure. Sure can.

Hey, and, uh-uh, just to--

No, no, I get it. I get it.
Places to be, baby.

If you're gonna smoke,
can you do it

in the back, please?

You're one of our faces.

We got fans in there
buying jewelry.

I was thinking
about quitting anyway.

-Hey, Jack.
-[Jack] Yeah?

Bill's in the office.

Course he is.

Feet off my desk, Bill.

You gonna threaten
to beat me up again?

No, I'm gonna
make good on the threat

from the first time,
but I got some business

to attend to,
so you just sit tight.

I saw Dickie Valentino.

Fuck you say to him?

I said,
"Welcome to the DWL, Dick.

"Bet when you were born,
your parents never imagined

your name would be synonymous
with cock."

[laughs]

He laughed.
We're old acquaintances.

Jack, the state fair's
only a month away.

Fans are blowing up my socials.

Barstool wants to promote
my comeback.

Came to tell you I'm all in.

You and me, we can grow the DWL
into something compelling,

something beautiful,
a new story.

We don't need
your help right now.

When you were on top,
my daddy needed your help,

and you offered
fuckin' nothin'!

That's the compelling story.

Zero fuckin' gratitude.

Our friendship had more nuance
than you've been told.

You dad never asked for help.

Couldn't stomach that
I got picked and he didn't.

And I did come back to help
before I got fired.

Came back to give Ace
a chance at the big time.

You view it differently,
but come on, man.

There's a hundred Ace Spades
from Oklahoma

to the Florida Panhandle alone.

I had a goddamn golden ticket
to give to your brother.

We know how that went.

But fuck it.
Let's rise up together.

Make this thing great!
Great in a way it never was!

After the fuckin' screw job
you pulled last weekend,

how am I supposed to trust you?

'Cause that was inspired.

And without me,
there's nothing to talk about.

I got the state fair
following me on Instagram,

but there's a year's worth
of promotion and prep

if we're gonna
put this thing over.

I'm promoting it just fine.

With Dickie Valentino's
podcast?

I wrestled that douchebag
back in Atlanta.

Fucker broke my wrist
in an "I quit" match.

Guy's a snake.

Reckon you know one, being one.

Watch your back is all.

There's gonna be no talking
about the state fair

'til you talk to Willie.

Fuck's she still wound up
about?

[indistinct chatter]

-Hey, Dick.
-[Dick] Hey, Jack!

Sorry that I'm late.

I forgot we had this
little old lady show going on.

That's all right.

There's a lot
of fine craftsmanship here.

The lady in the corner
has got a sweet booth.

Check this out.
Sapphire and silver.

Can we record in my office?

Hey, Willie. You got a sec?

Hey, Ted.

Afternoon, Crystal.

Beautiful day
for a beautiful ceremony.

Why don't you go in
and grab us a good seat, right?

One in the back so we can
slip out when it goes too long.

-All right.
-What is it?

Uh, listen, I-I really
don't wanna bother Jack.

Bother him. That's his job.

I was just curious, uh,
if he told you

what my role
at the fair was gonna be.

Told you last week to ask him.

I know I'm-I'm probably not
Ace's valet anymore,

and Bobby's gonna be out
for God knows how long,

so I just feel like I don't
really have a place right now.

Sounds like you already
got your answer.

Whose fault is that?

Fault-fault about what?

If you're gone,
it's your fault,

Miss Ad-libber. You did this.

I didn't mean
for Bobby to get hurt.

I don't wanna be
Dragon Lady here

'cause I know we women,
we gotta stick together

in a rotten old world
run by idiotic men,

but you decided you didn't like
what was written,

so you decided to change it.
You lit the match.

Don't be pretending
you don't know how fire works,

'cause you do, darling.

And by now,
you should also know

we all just answer
to Jack Spade.

[pensive music plays]

♪ ♪

[Bobby] Oh, man,
my foot is cold.

[Apocalypse]
You should've wore a sock.

Let's talk
about this main event.

Appears to my eyes like
Wild Bill is back in the mix.

That has yet to be decided.

I think his actions
in the ring decided it, Jack.

Folks around here,
they're invested.

He laid down
some pretty wild attacks,

and Jack Spade doesn't let
fighting words go unanswered.

Yeah, he used
some of those fighting words

against your brother,
Ace Spade, as well.

So Ace, he's got to be
in the main event.

It's all still percolating.

Percolating?

What the hell
are we promoting here, Jack?

Seems to me like there's a beef
brewing between you brothers.

I'm sure you remember
from your wrestling days, Dick,

that when you've had the belt
as long as I have or you did,

people gonna attack you
from all angles.

Even your own kin.

Which is what's gonna make this
state fair so darn explosive.

Depending on who's in it.

The problem is,
I can't tell my listeners,

Dick Valentino's listeners,
who's in the main event.

It seems to me neither can you.

I got the belt.
You can tell 'em I'm in it.

[Dick laughs]

This past fall, Jack,
your promotion gained a level

of Internet infamy when you
defeated your brother, Ace,

in 15 seconds with a hold
that appeared to these eyes

to be really painful.

And then Ace burst into tears.

Now, your daddy, King Spade,

was known around these parts
as a great wrestler,

but he also had a tenuous
grasp on his composure,

and that brought with it
a great sense

of real danger to the ring.

Come clean with me, Jack.

You got some
of your old man's anger?

I thought we were here to talk
about the future of the DWL.

We got an hour, Jack.
We'll get there.

Now, this is just me,
just thinking out loud.

Remembering your father,
well, he was--

I'm just gonna say it.

Your father, Tom, he was one
tough somebitch, Jack.

Always had to have
things his way.

So when I get the news that
your father kills himself...

I'm not fuckin'
talking about that.

[apprehensive music plays]

My apologies for cussing.

It's okay, Jack.
It's a podcast.

You ever listen to my podcast?

I never miss it.

It's called
"No Questions Barred"

for a reason--

because I use my platform
to get people to care.

They support me
because I tell them the truth

about this business we all love,

but also about its cost.

Your father's death
and how it made you feel,

that's interesting
to my listeners.

It's not interesting to me.

♪ ♪

[Staci humming]

[gentle guitar music playing]

♪ ♪

♪ This is my song for you ♪

♪ ♪

♪ This is my song, little one ♪

♪ ♪

♪ This song is for beginnings ♪

♪ You don't know much ♪

♪ But you'll get there ♪

♪ Soon ♪

[humming]

♪ ♪

I can smell
what you had for breakfast.

You never told me
she could sing like that.

I did tell you.
A million times, I did.

♪ ♪

[Staci]
♪ When I first saw you ♪

[Jack] Oh, shit.

[Staci]
♪ You were perfect to me ♪

[Jack] God damn it.

[Staci] ♪ You made me
Love the mornings ♪

♪ They're nothing like ♪

♪ They used to be ♪

♪ ♪

[applause]

[Pastor Heery]
Today we welcome baby Shelby

into a life infused
with God's love.

God wants you
to feel his love,

and he wants you to flourish.

Let's all pause for a moment
and reflect on a time

when God's love
has helped you to flourish.

And now the godparents
would like to say a few words.

Ace, we'll start with you.

[Ace clears throat]

[exhales heavily]

[clears throat]
Uh, Jim asked me to, uh,

say a few words
a while ago or so.

Uh, Jim and I have known
each other since grade school,

more specifically
grade school detention.

[laughter]

Uh, we've been inseparable
ever since we were kids, and...

now Mel and Jim
are baptizing their own kid.

[sentimental music plays]

Baptism is a lifelong journey.

Um, a winding road of, uh,

mistake making
and learning and growing.

You know, if you're a lot like
this congregation and...

especially me, uh,
you're gonna stumble,

you're gonna get scuffed up,

and you're gonna wrestle
with some demons.

Some real, some imagined,

some put upon you,
and some you put upon yourself.

♪ ♪

Shelby... this is the start
of your story,

a story that says
you gotta inherit

a lot of original bad stuff.

But we wash that off today.

Know that if you
make a mistake,

it don't mean you can't
keep turning the page,

revising your story,

saying your sorries,
and starting anew.

I mean, that's what
life's about, right?

Writing a story
we could all be proud of.

Even if it's got some bad
or boring chapters in it.

Like it or not, you're a part
of the Duffy story now.

The Duffy family.

I can't wait
to watch you grow up.

Folks, uh, I present to you,
Shelby Warren Kitchen.

[applause]

♪ ♪

[woman]
Aw, welcome, sweetheart.

Welcome to the world.

All right, Thomas.
Nice and easy.

-All right, easy.
-Just a nice, easy toss.

[Annie] Let's go, Thomas!

-Oh!
-Oh, nice shot.

That was a great share
the other day.

Thank you, Annie.

It's so great
to have you with us.

Thank you.

I was worried
you wouldn't show.

I mean, what's a baptism

without a super awkward
godfather?

Hey, you did good, all right?

Did bad to that poor fucker.

I saw. Fuck happened?

He got his leg broke.

I know that.

Hey, he-he's a good dude.

You, uh, apologize to him?

Come on, Ace. It's me.

That dude got fucked up bad,
and-and you can't tell me

that's what Jack wrote
to happen.

[Apocalypse]
Ma'am, here you go.

You're welcome.

Mm. You look sad.

Willie said your broken leg
is my fault.

-What?
-She's right.

No, it was no one's fault
but mine.

I went off-script.
I provoked a volatile person.

I-I'm sorry, Bobby.

I-I'm really sorry
that I did that.

Look, if you wanna get
in the ring with the big boys,

you're gonna run the risk
of things not going your way.

No, I shouldn't have
lit the match.

Well, you shouldn't even
be a valet anymore.

I mean, you gotta bulk up
a little bit,

but it's nothing
a couple protein shakes

and a lot of grilled chicken
can't fix.

Deep down, you're a wrestler.

Jack and Willie don't think so.

Yeah, well, you know,
my mom always says,

"You're under no obligation

to accept someone else's
assessment of you."

I wish your mom was my mom.

[Bobby chuckles]

No, 'cause then
we'd be related.

[both laugh]

You want another beer?

No, I got it. I got it.

-[Bobby] Thank you.
-I'll be right back.

They say the facial recognition
software is better,

but I-I don't see
any reason to upgrade--

-[Jack] Hey there. Hey, Pastor.
-[Pastor Heery] Hey, Jack.

-That was a lovely sermon.
-[Pastor Heery] Oh, thank you.

What part did you enjoy most?

Well, had to be Staci's song.

I heard that it was great.

Uh, sadly, um, I-I had
some business to attend to.

The DWL never sleeps.

[Pastor Heery] I hear
congratulations are in order.

The state fair, huh?
That's big stuff.

You know, I've been going
since I was a kid.

I saw all the big acts there.

Well, tell me,
what does it take to pull off

an event like that
on such a massive scale?

[Staci] Blood, sweat,

and enlisting the help
of terrible people

who may undermine
your hard work.

Well, that just sounds
like running a church.

[Jack] I'm already thinking
way past the state fair,

which, of course, is a great
opportunity for brand exposure.

But we got the talent,
but you gotta--you gotta

print new merchandise,
and, you know,

sometimes you gotta
spend money to make money.

[Staci] Hmm.

Well, church folks like me,
we just beg.

There it is.
We're not too dissimilar.

Excuse me. I need a refill.

Staci, that was just so great.

Oh, thank you, Annie,
for always saying that.

-You got the voice of an angel.
-Thank you, Eddie.

And he would know that
if he ever came

to church with me.

People buy cars
on Sunday, dear.

Not all day.

[children laughing]

[Bobby grunting]

Oh, dadgummit.

Hey, Bobby, uh,
I got this, man.

-Oh, man. Thank you.
-What do you want?

-That'd be great.
-Just leave that stuff.

I appreciate it.
Uh, just, uh, some chicken

and ribs would be great.

-And then some corn.
-Okay. Okay.

That's perfect. Thank you, man.

-That it, or...
-And, uh,

just some ranch sauce,
if you don't mind.

On the corn or...

Oh, just, like, uh, everything.

-Even the barbecue?
-Oh, yeah.

-Okay, tell me when.
-Mm-hmm.

When. Perfect.

-Okay.
-Thanks, man.

Uh, I--you know,
I'll take this to the table.

Oh, thank you, man.
Appreciate it.

Hey, Bobby, uh...

...I-I-I--I'm sorry.

Just I'm sorry. No excuses.
I'm sorry.

No worries.

Look, man,
if I could go back and--

Yeah, no need.

You know, it's a new day.

It's all good.

But thank you.

Hey.

Hey, Crystal.

Ace.

Uh, nice words today
for the baby.

Thanks. Yeah.

She's a, uh--
she's a great baby.

Really is.

That's a lot of ranch.

Uh, it's-it's Bobby's.

I like ranch. [chuckles]

I can take it.

-Thanks, man.
-Yeah, man.

-[Rooster] Uh, hey, Jack.
-Hey, Rooster.

[chuckles]
How'd the podcast go?

-Shitty.
-[chuckles]

Well, I was wondering
if you, uh,

settled up on a lineup
for the fair.

I would love to throw my name
in the hat for the main event.

Now, you know I will deliver.

-Didn't say you wouldn't.
-Haven't said I will.

Rooster, it's seeming to me
we just keep--

we keep having
the same conversation.

Actually, Jack,
it seems the same,

but each time,
it's a little different.

You enjoy your night.

[laughing]
What the fuck? Jesus Christ.

Ted lines up for his
final toss of the game.

Oh, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

I wanna watch! I wanna watch!

[Apocalypse]
Come on, Mama. Come on.

[Ted] Okay, here we go.
Here we go.

[Bobby] Lining up his shot.

[all cheer]

[Ace] Yeah! That's my man!

[Apocalypse] That is
a motherfuckin' shot, man!

Yeah, while you were
no doubt playing real sports,

I was drinking
and playing cornhole.

["My Morning Jacket" playing]

[Golden]
♪ People always told me ♪

♪ That bars are dark
And lonely ♪

♪ And talk is often cheap ♪

♪ And filled with air... ♪

♪ ♪

Thank you guys for coming.
Take care!

Oof, I think both of my arms
are asleep.

[Crystal] Hey, let me take her.

Please.
I would love you forever.

[Crystal] Hi.

So this is your life now.

By design, my friend.

It's by design.

You ever find yourself
missing--

Wrestling? No.

Uh, I mean,
I miss you and the guys,

but, uh, I reckon
I never felt more like myself.

[baby fussing]

Hey, y'all mind if I...
just hold her for a second?

[Big Jim] You're her godfather,
for Christ's sake!

You mind if I...

Uh, yeah.

-Just careful.
-Yep. Yeah.

-Here.
-Oh, okay.

Here.

Is this how
I'm supposed to, uh--

Watch her head and neck.

We-we need her brain to work.
She's the future.

[Ace chuckles]

[heartfelt music plays]

♪ ♪

She's so sleepy.
She's beautiful.

♪ ♪

[Staci] Hey! Fireflies.

Thomas,
for your science project.

Maybe we can all go out there
together and get some.

Nah, there'll be some tomorrow.

If he doesn't want to...

It's supposed to rain tomorrow.

[sighs]

It's your project, buddy.
Grab a jar.

♪ ♪

-[Staci laughs]
-[Thomas] I almost got one!

[Staci] Look at you.
Good job, baby.

-[Thomas] Wow! Good one, Mom.
-[Staci laughs]

-Saw some.
-[Staci giggles]

[Staci] Oh!

[Thomas] Come on, Mom! Hurry!

[Thomas laughs]

I got it. I got it!

♪ ♪

Got one!

[Crystal sneezes] Ugh.

[Ace] Catching a cold?

You know, I would've thought
after you were up there

preaching today,

"bless you" might have been

a knee-jerk reaction
to a sneeze.

Bless you.

I'm really sorry
for ad-libbing at the match.

I shouldn't have done that.

Crystal.

I shouldn't have been
mean to you.

I shouldn't have.

You got a real good thing going
in the ring and in life.

It's special.

Like you.

And I'm--

Yeah.

[soft pensive music plays]

♪ ♪

[phone buzzing]

No, you can't stay later.

Yes, I saw your text.

You think using a tampon

makes you a grown woman,
act like one.

Being a grown woman means
getting used to being told

to do something
you don't wanna do,

dealing with the frustration
that comes

when you realize you're not
in a position to change it,

and then absorbing that
in the hopes that you can

transform it into something
more useful later.

I'm leaving the Dome now.

I expect you to be home
when I get there.

Tell Amber's mother
I said hello.

[Wild Bill] Hey.

Fuck, man! Fuck.

Saw your car in the lot.

I don't give a fuck.
You can't just--

What the fuck, man?

Texted you a few times.

[Willie] Don't care.

[Wild Bill]
Left you a couple messages.

[Willie] Didn't listen.

Came by earlier,
but you were gone.

[Willie] You came by
to kiss up to Jack.

Will you relay something
to Ted?

[Willie]
He's got a phone. Call him.

Look, it wasn't right,
what I said.

Wow.

Wow what?

That's how you're gonna put it?

Yeah. It was not right.

Well, anyone can tell you
it was not right.

It not being right is
an indisputable fuckin' fact.

-Yeah.
-Yeah. And?

And?

I'm not sure what that look is.

State your purpose
for being here.

-I wanted to see you.
-For what purpose?

Uh...

Are you trying
to say you're sorry?

-Yes.
-Then say it.

I said what I said
was not right.

That's a statement
about the past.

If you wanna apologize
in the present, then do it.

I mean, shit,
what I said was not right.

It was a terrible thing to say.

I've let my life
get a bit out of control.

Don't shift to self-pity.
Your...

...your behavior,
where you go to impulsively...

...you need to reflect on that
with deep fuckin' concern.

It's ugly. Scary.

Oh, that's something,
coming from you.

You never scared easily.

That's 'cause you're a sniper
in your own right.

But that's what I like
about you, Willie.

Don't fuckin' touch me.

A long time ago,
when you were here

and we were more...
familiar with one another,

you were more open
to being kind.

Not anymore.

Fuck off.

[Wild Bill] Willie.

Willie.

I am sorry.

I would like to say
I have no idea

why I said those things,
but I have an idea.

I seem to enjoy
unraveling people.

Worked for me in business
but not really in life.

I'm sorry for what I said
and how it hurt you.

Piling up new words
on top of old words

can't make
the old words unsaid.

Right.

It's just... [sighs]

...I've been simmering
on some shit for far too long,

and I figure it's time
for some divulging.

Not to deflect.

To shade things in.

I think I--

no, I know I--

Spit it the fuck out!

I was kind back-back when I was
here a long time ago.

I was kind then
because I loved you.

And I thought you loved me.

Then one day...
you just dropped me.

Decided I was a dead end.

And it crushed me.

It-it fuckin' crushed me.

Sorry that wasn't
spit out faster.

It took, what,

shit, a couple decades

to consolidate
into a cogent thought.

Tom was being scouted.
He asked.

We were all here
building something together.

Opportunity came
to you and Tom,

and you both decided,
without me,

that it was a better bet
you being Tom's valet

when you're already mine.

You thought I didn't have
what it took to go all the way.

Clearly, I was wrong.

But then you
kicked me out of your bed...

and that hurt worse.

And I was like, "Fuck it.

"That's what you want.

You're wrong, but fuck it."

And I hung on to it.

I hung on to it
real, real good.

I'm sorry about all that.

Thank you.

But I guess piling up new words
on top of old words

can't make
the old words unsaid,

even if the word is "sorry."

Or can it?

Don't go getting fuckin' witty.

If you think the two things
are the same, they aren't.

I'm just trying to apologize.

I hurt you long ago. I'm sorry.

But I thought I--

[sighs] I thought the action,

the fuckin' action
speaking louder than words

of me letting you stay
in my home

and keeping
your fuckin' shit there

and trying to be
a fuckin' oasis to you

in the midst of all your
other chaos was, I thought...

an indication...

that I, as a grown,
adult woman...

wanted to be there for you

in your life as a friend.

Despite the stupid decision
I made to be Tom's valet...

...when I knew it would lead
to us breaking up.

I appreciate that. Have.
Well, I do.

But my daughter
had nothing to do

with what I did or said to you.

That's why I'm apologizing.

[soft dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[automated voice]
You may hang up or press one

-for more options.
-[line beeps]

Hey, Gully. It's Rooster.

I'm in.

♪ ♪

[Jack]
Those things gonna survive?

[Staci]
Don't know. It's an experiment.

[Jack]
I'm sorry I missed your song.

[Staci] Me too.

How'd all your stuff go?

Uh, it-it went okay.

Trying to navigate

whether to bring Bill in
for the state fair.

I got a shit ton
of tickets to sell.

I don't like that man.

I don't like what he brings out
in me or you or anyone.

What if he brings out a crowd?

Some things may not cost
what they appear to cost

'til it's too late.

I'm boxed in here.
I gotta sell tickets.

I gotta figure out who wins.
I gotta write the script.

[sighs] It is what it is, Jack.

Every week, who's gonna win?
Who's gonna lose?

-You just want us to win.
-I just want us to stop

having the same
fuckin' conversation.

Well, I didn't know
we had a limit on them.

I didn't know when I said,
"Don't get a gerbil,"

you'd turn around and tell
Thomas he could get one

and then a gerbil
fuckin' shows up.

Hey, Staci, it's just a gerbil.

It's not just a gerbil, Jack.

It's me expressing
something to you,

you ignoring it, and deciding

you don't give
a fuckin' shit about me.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.
-No whoa.

You said you'd handle
the squirrels; you didn't.

I put the christening
on the calendar;

you scheduled other shit.

I say no gerbil;
voilà, fuckin' gerbil.

I spent two hours
trying catch to catch

that stupid fuckin' desert rat
after Thomas dropped it,

and you couldn't
catch fireflies

for two precious seconds.

I'm...

I'm sorry about the gerbil,
the squirrels,

and the fireflies.

Jack, I think I just want
part of our life to be...

proceeding towards
something unified.

Are we talking
about Machu Picchu?

No.

It's about me. I need--

I need a thing.

Our family's a thing.
It's a great thing.

It can be a great thing
and still--

Yes, when I'm with you
and Thomas

and we're doing stuff,
like, the three of us,

I feel like I know who I am.

I'm in a family.

And whenever we're doing stuff
like going to church

or-or fishing or being outside
catching fireflies

that they're probably
gonna suffocate in a jar,

I feel like I--

I feel like
I'm building something,

an amazing family, yet it--

Lately, it's like
I'm just observing.

And yes, it's supporting you,
but I don't wanna feel like

it's all I can do,
just observe and support.

It's not.

[Staci] I admire that you know
what you wanna do

and that you do
what you gotta do

in between what you wanna do
because you love us.

And I appreciate
all you're doing to provide,

but I don't think I'm made out
to just be a spectator.

Me neither.

I don't feel--

I don't feel remarkable.

[Jack] Well, you are.

And you're kind,

compassionate,
you're forthright.

You're always putting
others first.

Yeah, well,
that's just behavior.

That's not, you know,
specialness of character.

Today the pastor asked us
to recall a moment

where we were flourishing,

and I thought about how since
Thomas went back to school

and I finished painting
the bedrooms and the kitchen

and how when you're at work
or the Dome, I just--

I don't feel like
I got a handle on flourishing.

I went to college.

I'm a clerk at a grocery store.

[sighs]

Maybe I have too much time
to think.

Or just more than I expected.

See, that's one of the reasons
I fell in love with you.

I love the way you think.

The way you are.

I don't wanna mix up me
with Thomas' needs.

He needs time with you
with your phone off.

A day without plans.

I hear you.

And I know it's a cliché,

but I'm burning the candle
at both ends right now.

[Staci] I understand,
but we need more.

We need more than just
an exhausted and depleted you.

We need you to build us up too.

And Thomas needs more from you.

He needs more from you
than an example of a guy

who works hard and burns
the candle at both ends.

I could take him
by the lawn shop

and show him what
eating shit looks like.

Jack, I think the whole
unifying thing is just--

I would like to be a voice
you appreciate hearing.

I would love to think
that when I have an opinion,

it's valued
with the intention of it

being something good for us.

["Cheating Life, Living Death"
playing]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

I don't want to be a scold
or that kind of person.

No. You're not, okay?

You're a beautiful wife,

and you're my best friend.

[T. Hardy Morris]
♪ Every dream is a warning ♪

♪ ♪

♪ To leave your learning
on the shelf ♪

♪ ♪

♪ 'Til you wake up
every morning... ♪

Confident, Jack.
Poised and confident!

That kid's got flair.

[Carol] Look at the proud papa.

[Tom]
Let me tell you right now,

Ace Spade is gonna be
the first kid from Duffy

to start quarterback
for the Georgia Bulldogs,

and then he's going
straight to the NFL.

[Carol] Oh, come on, Tom.

Don't put expectations
on the kid.

[Tom]
It's not expectations, honey.

Destiny.

Destined for greatness,
this kid.

Ace Spade
is the Can't-Miss Kid.

[T. Hardy Morris] ♪ Only helps
To hold my breath ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Don't know why
I even bother ♪

♪ I trust you but not myself ♪

♪ I trust you ♪

♪ But not myself ♪

♪ I trust you but not myself ♪

♪ I trust you ♪

♪ But not myself ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Don't know why
I even bother ♪

♪ I trust you but not myself ♪

♪ I trust you ♪

♪ But not myself ♪

♪ I trust you but not myself ♪

♪ ♪